As excited as my littlest one is about this new and fun time in his life, I am finding myself choked up thinking I will never spend another typical weekday with my baby home curled up in my lap eating pancakes, drinking his special recipe of chocolate milk while we read books or watch Little Einsteins DVDs, he will be this big kid out in a world where Mommy isnt there to pick him up if he needs a hug or kiss...My anxiety is kicking in as I realize I am handing over this overwhelming responsibility of keeping him safe,making sure he feels loved, encouraged, making the call on discipline and guiding him to someone else, numerous people. ..people I dont even know for a large majority of his day...will they step in when he needs help if his shoe comes untied because he absolutely refuses to try the bunny ear technique Ive showed him? Will they know that if he doesnt feel well his little cheeks and ears turn red? Or how he hates tags on his clothes and freaks out if one itches him? Will they listen to his sweet little voice as he rambles on about the Artic and his strange but adorable love for baby hedgehogs?? ::sigh:: How strange it is to realize that no matter how long the days seems, no matter how many nights the bedtime routine seem to drag on forever...The years fly by us without anyone ever realizing the rapid speed...The older I get, the faster it seems to be going and the more I cling to the youth of my children, the quicker it seems to be unraveling in my hands as I desperately try to hold on. Life has such a strange way of turning and twisting...it seems just like yesterday, I was standing in the doorway to my very own first day of Kindergarten. I can still remember the smell of fresh paint from those old cement block walls, I remember the dangling little shape cut outs Miss Valerie Kannon hung above each set of tables...I remember the clothesline hanging above and how she used clothespins to hang childrens artwork of suns & rainbows...I remember the excitement of getting worksheet with a smiley face drawn by her scented markers, I can still remember the strong aroma of the green watermelon and black licorice. I remember how she made everything special, the elaborate setup of St. Patrick s Day when the leprechaun ransacked our classroom and how fun Fridays were because she would use the teachers lounge coffee pot to bring hot water for us to make hot chocolate with mini marshmallows while we watched Reading Rainbow. I hope Brent can look back and reflect on this time in his life when he is faced with the turning of this age with his own children and I can hug him and say Ive been there, too. So, instead of blubbering on the couch, Im off to make sandwiches and load up the backpacks! Weve got an adventure to start and memories to make! :)
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 03:32:21 +0000
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